It moves in like a cloud that blocks out the sky and shows only night.
The light is gone from these December days.
The longing is back with a vengeance, and there's no one to comfort the woes that grip my spine like the monkey on the back of a fiend.
It's the never knowing what's in the dark that makes most of us hide from shadows. That same fear pulls me to my feet to rush into the darkness.
There's a light hiding in the darkest of places that can comfort the most uneasy of souls.